The Secret Within.
Disclaimer: I, of course, own none of the characters in this story, except for the ones I made up. All names that you recognise from canon aren't mine, so don't go bothering your solicitors trying to sue me. Anyway, enjoy the story.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Things
Harry Potter sighed and opened his eyes. The dawn sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains on his four-poster bed had woken him. He shot out an arm, feeling around for his glasses. Harry looked at the time. Just gone seven. Well that's all right, he thought, time to get up.
He made his way to the boy's bathroom, and was not surprised to find Ron there. Ron, Harry guessed, had been in the bathroom since the crack of dawn, primping and preening himself in front of the mirror. He had been like this since the beginning of their fifth year at Hogwarts. He must be in love, Harry thought with a grin.
'Morning,' he said aloud. Ron replied with a nod and a grin. Harry continued into the showers and left Ron to his preening in front of the mirror.
*
'Morning,' Harry said. Instantly a hurricane started in Ron's mind. What should he say back? What should he do? Before his mind had time to agree, his body smiled and nodded back at Harry. Harry went into the showers and Ron let out a deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. It had been like this for some time now, with Harry being his normal cool self and Ron being reduced to a gibbering wreck every time he looked into those startlingly bright green eyes. Strangely though, neither Harry nor Hermione had noticed any change in Ron. As long as it stays that way, Ron thought. For Ron hid a deadly secret within him: he was in love with Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: I, of course, own none of the characters in this story, except for the ones I made up. All names that you recognise from canon aren't mine, so don't go bothering your solicitors trying to sue me. Anyway, enjoy the story.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Things
Harry Potter sighed and opened his eyes. The dawn sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains on his four-poster bed had woken him. He shot out an arm, feeling around for his glasses. Harry looked at the time. Just gone seven. Well that's all right, he thought, time to get up.
He made his way to the boy's bathroom, and was not surprised to find Ron there. Ron, Harry guessed, had been in the bathroom since the crack of dawn, primping and preening himself in front of the mirror. He had been like this since the beginning of their fifth year at Hogwarts. He must be in love, Harry thought with a grin.
'Morning,' he said aloud. Ron replied with a nod and a grin. Harry continued into the showers and left Ron to his preening in front of the mirror.
*
'Morning,' Harry said. Instantly a hurricane started in Ron's mind. What should he say back? What should he do? Before his mind had time to agree, his body smiled and nodded back at Harry. Harry went into the showers and Ron let out a deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. It had been like this for some time now, with Harry being his normal cool self and Ron being reduced to a gibbering wreck every time he looked into those startlingly bright green eyes. Strangely though, neither Harry nor Hermione had noticed any change in Ron. As long as it stays that way, Ron thought. For Ron hid a deadly secret within him: he was in love with Harry Potter.